The Closet
It’s interesting; what’s found in a word;
take the word; closet; for example;
a place to pray; and not be overheard;
so our closet space must be ample.
A closet is a place for our coat and hat;
or to store most anything;
a space with
Poems about Reality
The Closet
It’s interesting; what’s found in a word;
take the word; closet; for example;
a place to pray; and not be overheard;
so our closet space must be ample.
A closet is a place for our coat and hat;
or to store most anything;
a space with
Treasures Of Trash
Many spend their life; accumulating treasures;
until life, itself, turns into ash;
expecting to enjoy many endless pleasures;
such, are the treasures of trash.
Diamonds or pearls; does it really matter;
then, why not the riches of gold?
All things physical; God will soon scatter;
over such;
When Goodbye Means Hello
This life is traumatic for everyone;
no one gets out of it; for free;
all must face our final setting sun;
while our bodies become debris.
Many think they’ll meet face to face;
with their Master, and Lord of All;
some wish others could take
What’s Next ?
Two wives eventually left me;
one, by divorce; the other; death;
was it all, as it was intended to be;
I barely can catch my breath.
My life has been a carnival ride;
I’m scarcely able to hold on;
expecting to have a wife at my
Truth Of Consciousness
Who keeps records of all, said and done;
supplying them for everyone’s needs;
who decides what has been lost; or won;
reporting; who fails; or succeeds?
Does life contain some lasting purpose;
or, must it live; only to die?
Is there permanance neath the surface;
a
A Memory Called Faith
Few understand what faith really is;
they think it’s a wish or a hope;
a temporary feeling of comfort and bliss;
enabling that they might cope.
Others consider that faith is an energy;
a connection to God, above;
the Master and soul; in synergy;
two
Love Perfected
Who can solve this mystery called life;
determine its foundaation and purpose;
why must we endure heartaches and srife;
must truth always hide, neath its surface?
Not a soul in this earth is now completed;
each is a work; still in progress;
failures on earth don’t make
Just A Memory
Where do we go; when this life ends;
do we dissolve; like all of our trash;
or, are we the compost; that descends;
as our flesh is converted to ash?
What is the difference; one to the next;
does consciousness last for infinity;
our future; beyond death;